Take away what you said.
Rip it apart before I bleed...

As if living life—
Roaming, violent, never still...

Destitute creation.
Wake burnt in memory...

Lone tree standing still—
Fire against the great blue sky...

There was a time when everything
devastating happened after an explosion...

Flitting about, free—
Kings and queens of city skies...

Won’t you be my octopus?
Won’t you climb about my walls...

What does bile taste like?
As I sit, sirens blaring...

Path set in stone, my legs are not my own.
Forever ambling toward distant horizons...

There weren't enough nights in a year for us.
You, with dim eyes glowing furiously, always...

Caught you sitting; fingers spread,
Dusty organ keys , gut pit a coiled...

Behind these walls strikes lightning;
space so calm, silence inviting...